Let’s not discuss the destroyed tapes (sorry).
Mis’ess Hamilton (I ain’t saying she’s
a gold-digger), her man’s wealth could ne’er please,
knew all sorrow. Some people got no choice,
the loathsome shame of never knowing want.
Dudley: an idea, disperse the shades
of gloom and sadness! In skates I am re-
born. How gauche these elaborate desserts.
(Egg custard, sir?) Remplir les cieux d’un chant
vaincueur! And they can never find a voice.
“Make it easy on yourself,” reasserts
Sally Brown’s wishes, Charlie’s feeling fades.
(Messiah complex.) Naturally cur-
ly hair remains when e’er dust does occur.
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